“I don’t know what people mean when they say they need to get their shit together.” For a second, I wanted to drop all the way through the floorboards, into the depths of the earth, and maybe find one of those underground streams that runs into the Sound. Maybe when I get my shit together … Continue reading “Getting Your Shit Together”

The team had lost key senior people. Suddenly, I was no longer a voice with an opinion. I was the one the rest of the team was looking to for cues about what to do. And I was fucking it up badly. In the middle of a conversation I dropped a sexist B-word when I … Continue reading “Put On Your Oxygen Mask First”

There’s a cuckoo clock hanging on my living room wall. We ordered it from Amazon years ago, but it’s imported from Germany because really, where else are you going to get a cuckoo clock? It’s relatively small as clocks go, and simple. It has ornately carved trim at the top and bottom, a maple leaf … Continue reading “Cuckoos and connections”